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I Looking at the House (For Mom)
Big curves and fancy points, I Googling the Disneying style Inside my head when Look at this house! Asked, how does this house look. From my lovely mother, a task. Out of all the buildings I've studied, All pops showed "father," Gehrey Gehrey Gehry Gehrey Gehry Gehry Gehrey... then others. From my lovely mother, The house looks nice! The house has nice clean Lines... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
The Pains of Love
Love comes breezy and impermanent — Twirling so gently through the trees. It raises the spirit, sparks the heart, And rips its soft stitches wide open.”
By Ripon Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 10
S/He who walks between worlds, Tekahionwake S/He who looks out for t(he)i(r) own advantage, always Deacon of death, despair, and deception
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Burning in the Shadow of Your Gaze
Azar Bigdeli, an 18th-century Persian poet, is known for his lyrical and emotionally charged verses. His ghazals often explore the tension between love and loss, longing and surrender. In this poem, he portrays a heart set ablaze by a single glance—a love so powerful that it leaves the speaker in restless agony, torn between the desire to forget and the inability to let go. With imagery of sleepless nights, burning silence, and the haunting pull of the beloved, the poem captures the paradox of passionate love: sweet torment.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
The Ephemeral Dance
✨What is life but a beautiful deception? What is death but a door to immortality. Then why is it that the former is a prison dearer than an everlasting freedom?
By Wasfa2 years ago in Poets
For the YouTubers
You sit before the lens, a quiet space turned stage, where thoughts become echoes and ideas take flight. The red light blinks—
By Edina Jackson-Yussif --personal growth 2 years ago in Poets
All That Remains Is a Sigh
Vahid Qazvini, an 18th-century Persian poet, is known for his graceful yet sorrowful love poetry. His ghazals often reflect the subtle pain of separation, the weight of silence, and the quiet collapse of a heart abandoned. In this poem, the speaker mourns the absence of the beloved, describing a soul left behind with nothing but sighs. The imagery of sleepless nights, the trap of a curling lock of hair, and the wound left by a cold smile paints a picture of love that is tender, but cruelly forgotten.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
Where Peace Cannot Follow
Amin al-Din Balyani, a 13th-century Persian poet with a mystical voice, remains lesser-known but deeply expressive. His poetry bridges the emotional intensity of love with the subtle spirituality of Sufism. In this ghazal, he speaks of falling helplessly into the grip of love—a love that strips away sleep, calm, and reason. The beloved is everywhere and nowhere, hidden yet vividly present in the heart. The poem beautifully expresses the unrest of the seeker and the paradox of a love that burns quietly within.
By heasb0022 years ago in Poets
Don't Forget the Heart You Took
Saidi Tehrani, a refined 18th-century Persian poet from the literary revival period, was known for his heartfelt and melodious expressions of love, longing, and gentle complaint. His ghazals often reflect the quiet ache of separation and the tender hope for reunion. In this poem, the poet pleads with the beloved not to forget the heart they have taken. With imagery of sleepless nights, whispered prayers, and a single smile that could change the world, the poem beautifully captures the emotional delicacy of love left unanswered.
By heasb0022 years ago in Poets
Recharge
-*- I am always in amazement, watching how you keep your smile during every performance you've been doing for a while. Always packed with vivacity and a shine that mocks the Sun;
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
The March to Spring
a gasp like first of morning breath as sun breaking through early spring skies almost blinding, almost too much almost
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Meditate on Your Breath
Sit straight in a quiet place close your eyes and breathe in through your nose, breathe out through your mouth, focus on your breath,
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets